As you can tell from my previous posts, I am not a poet. But in light of recent life circumstances, I find this poem quite appropriate. May I consider this poem as I try to grow into a man of God.
As Children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
Because he was my friend.
But then Instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
With ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
“How can you be so slow?”
“My child” he said, “What could I do?
You never did let go.”
(Lauretta P Burns. quoted by Erwin Lutzer’s Making the Best of a Bad Decision, 39-40)